Chapter 8

Chapter eight, My heart started to race. Where were they? Had they left me alone out here? No, my mom would never do that. Oh no! Then maybe something had happened to them. Maybe they went looking for me and got lost in the soggy, foggy forest. "Mom!" I shouted again. My voice echoed in the darkness. I could hear that I was starting to panic. Then one of the sleeping bags started to talk. I couldn't understand what it was saying, but it sounded like this. "Schmank, schmank."

第八章，我的心开始狂跳。 他们在哪里？他们把我一个人留在这里了吗？ 不，我妈不会那么做的。 噢,不!那么也许他们发生了什么事。 也许他们去找我，然后在潮湿多雾的森林里迷路了。 “妈妈!”我又喊了一声。我的声音在黑暗中回响。 我能听到我开始恐慌了。 然后其中一个睡袋开始说话了。 我听不懂它在说什么，但听起来是这样的。 “Schmank Schmank。”

I'd never heard that word before. i wondered what it meant. Was it an alien language? "Schmank," I whispered to myself. And then it hit me. Schmank rhymes with Hank. The sleeping bag was calling my name! "I'm over here," I yelled. "Next to the platform." Suddenly four heads popped out of the sleeping bags—Frankie, Emily, Cheerio, and my mom. "Whoa, am I glad to see you guys!" I said, almost crying with relief. "Why were you hiding? Did you see a bear?" "We were just trying to stay dry," my mom answered.

我从来没听过这个词。 我想知道这是什么意思。是外星人的语言吗？ “笨蛋，”我低声对自己说。 然后我突然想到。Schmank和Hank押韵。 睡袋在叫我的名字！“我在这里，”我喊道。 “在站台旁边。”突然，四个脑袋从睡袋里蹦了出来——弗兰基、艾米丽、麦里奥和我妈妈。 “哇，真高兴见到你们！”我说，几乎松了一口气，哭了出来。 “你为什么要躲起来？”你看见熊了吗？”“我们只是想保持干燥，”我妈妈回答说。

"I even made us hats out of wax paper," Emily said. "Cheerio hates wearing his." "Did you find the tent, Hank?" Frankie asked. "No offense to you, Emily, but I think that will keep us drier than your wax-paper hats." "Yes, I got it," I said, holding up the soaking tent. "You are the best, Zip!" Frankie crawled out of his sleeping bag. "I never doubted you. Let's put it up right away." "One small tent problem," I said. "I fell on it and broke it." Suddenly, there was a gust of wind followed by a giant burst of hard rain. It was as if a cloud above us had opened up and emptied itself out. And then there was a big crash. Our lantern was broken now, too. Emily screamed and dived back into my mom's sleeping bag. "Hank, how badly is the tent broken?" my mom asked. "We need shelter... now." "I'll figure this out, Mom," I said. "You just take care of Emily and Cheerio."

“我甚至用蜡纸给我们做了帽子，”艾米丽说。 “Cheerio讨厌穿他的。” “你找到帐篷了吗，汉克？”弗兰基问道。 “我无意冒犯你，艾米丽，但我想这比你的蜡纸帽子更能让我们保持干燥。” “是的，我明白了，”我说，举起湿透的帐篷。 “你是最棒的，次波！”弗兰基从睡袋里爬了出来。 “我从来没有怀疑过你。我们马上把它挂起来吧。” “帐篷有个小问题，”我说。 “我摔倒了，把它摔断了。” 突然，刮起了一阵风，接着下起了大雨。 就好像我们头顶上的一朵云打开了，把自己掏空了。 然后发生了一场大车祸。 我们的灯笼也坏了。 艾米丽尖叫着钻进了我妈妈的睡袋。 “汉克，帐篷坏得有多严重？”妈妈问。 “我们需要庇护所……现在。”“我会想办法的，妈妈，”我说。 “你只管照顾好艾米丽和麦圈”

My mom disappeared back into her sleeping bag, leaving Frankie and me to build a shelter. I slipped the tent poles out, hoping that at least one of them hadn't broken. No such luck. I had four short poles that would be perfect if I were building a tent for Cheerio. But they sure wouldn't work to build a tent that we could all fit into. "If we could put all these pieces together to make one long pole, we could build some sort of tepee," I suggested. "Great thinking," Frankie said. "That's using the old Zipzer brain. Except how are we going to connect the poles? You don't happen to have any glue on you, do you?" I looked around the platform, searching for an idea. I saw Emily's bag, our red-and-white cooler, Frankie's backpack, my dad's emergency kit, and my mom's knitting bag. Wait a minute, Hank. Back up. Dad's emergency kit—maybe there's something in there that I could use.

我妈妈回到她的睡袋里消失了，留下我和弗兰基建一个庇护所。 我把帐篷的杆子滑了出来，希望至少有一根没有断。 没有这样的运气。我有四根短杆子，如果我要给麦圈搭个帐篷就再合适不过了。 但他们肯定不会建造一个我们都能住进去的帐篷。 “如果我们能把所有这些碎片拼成一根长杆子，我们就能建一个圆锥形帐篷了，”我建议道。 “好主意，”弗兰基说。 “这是在用老Zipzer的大脑。 除了我们如何连接两极？ 你身上不会碰巧带了胶水吧？”我环视了一下站台，想找个主意。 我看到了艾米丽的包，我们的红白相间的冷藏箱，弗兰基的背包，我爸的急救包，还有我妈的针织包。 等一下，汉克。后退。 爸爸的急救包，也许里面有我能用的东西。

I jumped across the platform, grabbed the kit, and unzipped it. There were enough first-aid supplies in there to open a hospital. Rubber gloves, batteries, needles and thread, light sticks, gauze, adhesive tape, anti-itch cream, a silver emergency blanket, and a pack of twenty- five Band-Aids of every size and shape. My dad always says "be prepared," and boy, was he ever! I took the light sticks, the Band-Aids, the gauze pads, and the adhesive tape and ran back to Frankie. "What's all that for?" he asked. "Dr. Zipzer reporting to surgery," I said. "I'm going to operate on the pole." I snapped the center of one of the light sticks. It put out a soft green glow. That was good enough for us to see what we were doing. Frankie matched the four pieces of pole together, while I ripped open the gauze pads. I

我跳过站台，抓起工具箱，拉开拉链。 里面的急救物资足够开一家医院了。 橡胶手套、电池、针和线、荧光棒、纱布、胶带、止痒膏、银色应急毯和一包25个大小和形状各异的创可贴。 我爸爸总是说“要做好准备”，天哪，他真的说过！我拿着荧光棒、创可贴、纱布垫和胶带，跑回弗兰基身边。 “这都是为了什么？”他问。 “齐泽尔医生到手术室报到，”我说。 “我要在杆子上做手术。” 我折断了一根荧光棒的中心。 它发出柔和的绿光。 这足以让我们看到我们在做什么。 弗兰基把四根杆子连在一起，而我撕开纱布垫。 我

wrapped a bunch of them around the spots where the poles connected. "You hold this tight," I told Frankie. "Don't let go." Then I grabbed the twenty-five Band-Aids and tore each one out of its wrapper. One by one, I peeled the paper off the sticky parts and placed them over the gauze until I couldn't see it anymore. "You can let go now," I told Frankie. "It should hold." "I don't think so, Zip. The connection is still too weak. I think we need to double it up with adhesive tape." "Okay," I said. "And maybe I can use the light stick as a splint."

在杆子连接的地方包了一堆。 “你拿紧这个，”我对弗兰基说。 “别放手。”然后我抓起那25个创可贴，把每个创可贴从包装纸上撕下来。 我一个接一个地把纸从黏糊糊的地方剥下来，放在纱布上，直到我再也看不见为止。 “你现在可以放手了，”我对弗兰基说。 “应该能撑得住。”“我不这么认为，次波。 连接仍然太弱。 我想我们需要用胶带把它粘起来。” “好吧，”我说。“也许我可以把光棒当夹板用。”